Short stories

Writing Prompt #1 – The Tattoo.

I had never known how I would die. In fact, very few people did. For the most part, we just knew when. It was a terrifying prospect, waking every morning and crossing another day off the calendar, as your end drew closer. But it was just our way of life. 

The Spider That Found a Home.

Once upon a time, there was a little village and in that little village, there was a little street. The little street was right next to the woods, and lots of farmers fields, and during the summer the villagers would open their windows to smell the sweet country air.